Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.